When I was celebrating my grandparent’s 50th anniversary, I wrote them a special poem. I thought of our family tree when writing it. The poem’s name uses a promise as a metaphor for the seed of the great tree.
Fifty years ago a seed was planted. That seed was a promise. Nobody thought much of that seed. Hundreds of seeds are planted everyday. But this one was unique.
From that seed grew trust and love. That seedling became a sapling, and that sapling became a family. And after time the sapling grew into a great tree.
A great tree is our legacy. When the wind whips and moans, a devastating gust hits the tree, the roots provide strength and hope. When the sky goes dark, the tree is a safe haven for all things. On a hot summer day, it’s leaves are a shady refuge protecting us. A tree is life and growth. Nana and Grandpa are our roots and structure. They are our tree.
All great trees bear fruit. We are the next generation, and we are also promises.
by Jude Morgan
May 13, 2017
Here is a video that celebrates the promise of our family.